Silver Creek Don't eat the red snow

It was the yelp that had sucked him from his solemn thoughts, a calling for the devil, perhaps - it was full of innocence, the kind of which often drew the beast from its slumber within the caverns of his chest. Aries himself was most often a stoic, gruff man; he held no qualms when it came to dealing in malicious affairs, it affected him little. The demon, however, savoured every drop of pain he could lure onto his tongue. A twisting net of nefarious acts lined his log of encounters, but even the Svartell could, when he willed it, master over the ravenous hunger inside. The issue was that sometimes he just couldn't care less.

A cold man, but he held no regrets.

He watched her from the treeline, observing as a twist of fog settled around her trailing steps; usually he would not have wandered so far from the weald, but the world help countless tempting secrets, if those cared enough to look. Aries had no real reason to slink through the haze in pursuit of some enjoyment, but if the beast was well-fed, it would allow him to complete the rest of his duties with the utmost quietude. Silence was a blessing, even he would admit.

The slayer weaved closer. In a mere few moments, he would have aligned himself at the girl's side, not sparing a single word - simply walking alongside her...